Ode to My Shadowgroom
Cerulean--you--I have loved before time
With all its temperate, indifferent instability wrought uncertainty
To certainty beguiled.
'Twas you--eyes of beryl seas--gazed upon me
Refulgent, wrapped with manacled pulchritude
Aforetime driftless fate awashed you in clouded doubts.
Indigo, you, I have loved vanward dolorous airs
Wrought barriers impermeable--
Salves to wounds unseen.
Infinity sets free--images fade, tinged with yellowed age.
Yesterdays filled with you, distinct.
Turquoise, I close my eyes---
The eternal blaze of a never-setting sun.
We must never permit the voice of humanity within us to be silenced. It is Man's sympathy with all creatures that first makes him a Man.
--Albert Schweitzer
Everything can be taken from a man or a woman but one thing: the last of human freedoms to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way.
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